It was currently twenty-three hundred hours, and the lone class two private was walking to the barracks for a good nights sleep. The blue soldier crossed the med bay, took a left at the armoury and walked straight to the barracks. He was assigned to barrack #12, with all the other misfit soldiers. Sonic sighed a heavy sigh. He was still very worried that his friend, Private Miles, would get court marshalled, even though he was only trying to help. Or in Miles's words, 'Being a Hero'. Sonic didn't believe in hero's any more. To him, Hero's are just fools trying to make a difference. Sonic sighed an even heavier sigh when he opened the wooden door to barrack #12.

Even before Sonic could set his things down, a drunken soldier walked up to him, a bottle of booz still in his hand. Of course, Sonic thought. It was just Private Silver, trying to wash away bad memories with alcholol.

"Hey Man!" Silver shouted, despite the fact that the two weren't even a yard away. "Did you see that fight that went down in the mess hall bro? That was some Crraaazzyyy shit!" Silver's words slurred, making his english rather unbearable to listen to. Sonic tried to play along, trying to avoid one of Silver's 'episodes'.

"Hey man, I saw what went down. I was there when it happened." Sonic said.

"Cool bro! I be hearing that there was some gun play involved up in that joint!"

"Yea, there was, but nobody got hurt. A round went off in the floor though."

"Well shit! If I knew accually be some gun play up in there, a woulda brought my lil' friend here and show them fucka's a lesson!" Silver held the gun that was slung over his back in the hair with one hand, trying to immitate Arnold Shrowninigger. "YEA MAN, SHOOT ME SOME COMMIE BASTARDS!" Sonic just looked at him with sleepy eyes. This day as been long enough. The best thing he needed was some shut eye.

"Cool man. I'm gonna hit the mat, I'm beat today." Sonic said.

"Aw come on!" Silver whined, "We was gonna kill some commie bastards tonight, ya dig. And I can't do it with Chuck or Lynch cuz the two bastards are probably suckin each other off on guard duty?"

"Mabye tommorow" Sonic said. He didn't wait for silver to respond, he walked past him and crept to his assigned bed, trying not to stir up anymore of the soldiers that we're already stirred up. Sonic untied his shoes, stripped down to his underwear, and slept with the M17 at his side. Cant never be too careful sonic thought. He closed his eyes, hoping that all of his worries and fears woul drift away in his sleep and be gone by morning.

Chuck and Lynch we're just two ordinary bums who've just joined the military to make money. The two misfits we're posted on the guard tower for the night. The magor has allowed Private Chuck a pair of binoculars to spot with, and Private Lynch a 50. Cal Sniper Rifle to shoot with.

"Man this is fuckin retarded!" Chuck complained, "now who's the crack head that gave you a sniper rifle and me a fuckin pair of scopes. Your not even a good shot!"

"I'm a good shot when I'm sober." Lynch said, his dreadlocks waving madly in the harsh desert air. Chuck chuckled.

"Yea and I'm a good shot when I'm bangin hot momma's!" Chuck then pelvis thrusted the air, trying to mimick his 'banging sessions'.

"Dude... I'm not even sober but that made no fuckin sense!" Lynch laughed.

"Yea well someone's gotta be the ass here." And with that said, the two friends went silent. You kind of get sick of the cock jokes when you have to hear them for five hours straight. Another hour of nothing followed the silence. Everything seemed normal untill...

"YO DUDE!" Chuck shouted, waking up Lycnh from a rather pleasant dream.

"What the fuck is it?" Lynch asked in an annoyed tone.

"Look over there!"

"Where?"

"9'o clock. Near those two steep sand dunes!" Well I'll be dammed... private Lynch thought. He certaintly didn't expect this. He aimed the weapon at his new target. Chuck knocked the sniper rifle away, sending it down below the 20 foot guard tower. Lynch pushed chuck.

"What the fuck was that for man!" Lynch demanded.

"You can't just shoot him dude! What if it's a civilian or some shit?"

"Fuck that man! I haven't shot NOTHIN when we came to this shit-hole."

"But dude, that guy could have children." Chuck said, concerned.

"And that guy could have a bombed strapped to his chest! Do you really wanna find out?"

"Look Lynch, the best thing to do would be to alert command, have them send a jeep or somethin."

"Fine. But on one condition."

"What?"

"Go get my sniper."